Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away!
The house is on fire!
And the kids ran away!
That is how we use to chant this childhood song. But when I looked it up on the Internet it was a little different. I've never heard it said like this, but maybe you have....
Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.
....My name is Anne. Neat. Never heard it sung like that before.
My father-in-law said something to me a couple of years ago how the Ladybug was tied to the Blessed Virgin Mary somehow. Well he told me the story but I just forgot. So I looked it up on the web and of course I found a few variations of the story. One was that farmers were praying to the Blessed Virgin Mary because their crop was getting eaten up by insects. And then a whole swarm of Ladybugs came to the rescue and ate up all of those bad, nasty pests up. So they named this beetle a....Ladybug. ♥
Lately, as I posted in my Peek-A-Boo Street blog, I've been drawn to the years gone by. Lately I will blog about things that remind me of being a child. My Peek-A-Boo Street blog is even decorated to the years gone by. I've also been interested in buying some vintage things. It reminds me of...the years gone by. And some of it is even before my time. But I still like it. It reminds me of the past.
How do I explain this...
Well we are all told that God's time is different then "our" time. That there is no time with God. No past. No present. No future.
It's a mystery. We don't understand it. And we won't, until...God willing....the Lord let's us in on the little secret when we all get into.....................OK, I'm saying it............purgatory.
But.......I have a little strange story and I'm sure we all do.
I was sitting in my parish getting ready for mass to begin. It was during the week. And this probably took place, about a year and a half ago.
Well I was just sitting there, minding my own business...... and well my eyes started to....wander. I was just looking around at all the the things in my parish. And then my eyes rested on the stained glass that we have in our parish. It has different colors and some pieces are very small. Well I was looking through some small yellow pieces of this stained glass and then it grasped me. How do I explain this?
I felt my Uncle Jim's sky in his neighborhood through the stain glass. He's been long passed away and I've only been to his house as a young child. How can I explain this....for like 20 seconds, I felt the way I felt as a child, being in his neighborhood. I don't know any other way of describing this. It is what it is. The happiness, the blue sky, the innocence of a child. It was all there. But what I felt most, was the feeling of being a child, in that moment of my childhood. I forgot about that time and that feeling.........God didn't. He brought the memory back to me in just those fleeting seconds. I don't know why God used that particular time in my childhood. Probably because I loved my Uncle Jim. He was Catholic and and good Uncle. I loved going to his house.
I know exactly what it was at that exact moment. It was God, lol. But it was Him letting me know, that my past......isn't His past. He was letting me know that His time is......lets just say, a little different then, my time. =) And that my whole past, will not be lost and forgotten about somewhere and brushed underneath some dingy old rug. That's what my awesome God was telling me. Even if he puts me on this earth till I'm 110.
If I let go and move on.......it's still in the eyes of my Lord, forever. That brings me peace. Amen.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Ladybug! Ladybug!
*JMJ* Okay...so it's been over a month. What can I say. I have been writing in my other blog on Peek-A-Boo Street. That seems to be my main blog. When I started blogging, that is the one I first started.
I don't write in my blogs as frequently as others, but when I do write in them, it's what I want to write in them and not just me letting you know that my house is cleaned. Or snapping photos of my kids or my house. =) Not that that is a bad thing. =) I don't want to upset anyone. =) I just don't blog about those things. I'm very selective about what I blog about. Sometimes I'm on fire with ideas and some times...well....I'm not. Or even sometimes I'll even kick myself in hein sight and say, "I should have blogged about that!" I'm sure we all can relate.
But anyway, getting back to the topic. I was going to write this post on my Peek-A-Boo Street blog but changed my mind and thought I'd write it here, on My Catholic Oasis.
Today I got a picture of a Ladybug. I love Ladybugs and always have. Even as a child.
Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away!
The house is on fire!
And the kids ran away!
That is how we use to chant this childhood song. But when I looked it up on the Internet it was a little different. I've never heard it said like this, but maybe you have....
Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.
....My name is Anne. Neat. Never heard it sung like that before.
My father-in-law said something to me a couple of years ago how the Ladybug was tied to the Blessed Virgin Mary somehow. Well he told me the story but I just forgot. So I looked it up on the web and of course I found a few variations of the story. One was that farmers were praying to the Blessed Virgin Mary because their crop was getting eaten up by insects. And then a whole swarm of Ladybugs came to the rescue and ate up all of those bad, nasty pests up. So they named this beetle a....Ladybug. ♥
Lately, as I posted in my Peek-A-Boo Street blog, I've been drawn to the years gone by. Lately I will blog about things that remind me of being a child. My Peek-A-Boo Street blog is even decorated to the years gone by. I've also been interested in buying some vintage things. It reminds me of...the years gone by. And some of it is even before my time. But I still like it. It reminds me of the past.
How do I explain this...
Well we are all told that God's time is different then "our" time. That there is no time with God. No past. No present. No future.
It's a mystery. We don't understand it. And we won't, until...God willing....the Lord let's us in on the little secret when we all get into.....................OK, I'm saying it............purgatory.
But.......I have a little strange story and I'm sure we all do.
I was sitting in my parish getting ready for mass to begin. It was during the week. And this probably took place, about a year and a half ago.
Well I was just sitting there, minding my own business...... and well my eyes started to....wander. I was just looking around at all the the things in my parish. And then my eyes rested on the stained glass that we have in our parish. It has different colors and some pieces are very small. Well I was looking through some small yellow pieces of this stained glass and then it grasped me. How do I explain this?
I felt my Uncle Jim's sky in his neighborhood through the stain glass. He's been long passed away and I've only been to his house as a young child. How can I explain this....for like 20 seconds, I felt the way I felt as a child, being in his neighborhood. I don't know any other way of describing this. It is what it is. The happiness, the blue sky, the innocence of a child. It was all there. But what I felt most, was the feeling of being a child, in that moment of my childhood. I forgot about that time and that feeling.........God didn't. He brought the memory back to me in just those fleeting seconds. I don't know why God used that particular time in my childhood. Probably because I loved my Uncle Jim. He was Catholic and and good Uncle. I loved going to his house.
I know exactly what it was at that exact moment. It was God, lol. But it was Him letting me know, that my past......isn't His past. He was letting me know that His time is......lets just say, a little different then, my time. =) And that my whole past, will not be lost and forgotten about somewhere and brushed underneath some dingy old rug. That's what my awesome God was telling me. Even if he puts me on this earth till I'm 110.
If I let go and move on.......it's still in the eyes of my Lord, forever. That brings me peace. Amen.
Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away!
The house is on fire!
And the kids ran away!
That is how we use to chant this childhood song. But when I looked it up on the Internet it was a little different. I've never heard it said like this, but maybe you have....
Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.
....My name is Anne. Neat. Never heard it sung like that before.
My father-in-law said something to me a couple of years ago how the Ladybug was tied to the Blessed Virgin Mary somehow. Well he told me the story but I just forgot. So I looked it up on the web and of course I found a few variations of the story. One was that farmers were praying to the Blessed Virgin Mary because their crop was getting eaten up by insects. And then a whole swarm of Ladybugs came to the rescue and ate up all of those bad, nasty pests up. So they named this beetle a....Ladybug. ♥
Lately, as I posted in my Peek-A-Boo Street blog, I've been drawn to the years gone by. Lately I will blog about things that remind me of being a child. My Peek-A-Boo Street blog is even decorated to the years gone by. I've also been interested in buying some vintage things. It reminds me of...the years gone by. And some of it is even before my time. But I still like it. It reminds me of the past.
How do I explain this...
Well we are all told that God's time is different then "our" time. That there is no time with God. No past. No present. No future.
It's a mystery. We don't understand it. And we won't, until...God willing....the Lord let's us in on the little secret when we all get into.....................OK, I'm saying it............purgatory.
But.......I have a little strange story and I'm sure we all do.
I was sitting in my parish getting ready for mass to begin. It was during the week. And this probably took place, about a year and a half ago.
Well I was just sitting there, minding my own business...... and well my eyes started to....wander. I was just looking around at all the the things in my parish. And then my eyes rested on the stained glass that we have in our parish. It has different colors and some pieces are very small. Well I was looking through some small yellow pieces of this stained glass and then it grasped me. How do I explain this?
I felt my Uncle Jim's sky in his neighborhood through the stain glass. He's been long passed away and I've only been to his house as a young child. How can I explain this....for like 20 seconds, I felt the way I felt as a child, being in his neighborhood. I don't know any other way of describing this. It is what it is. The happiness, the blue sky, the innocence of a child. It was all there. But what I felt most, was the feeling of being a child, in that moment of my childhood. I forgot about that time and that feeling.........God didn't. He brought the memory back to me in just those fleeting seconds. I don't know why God used that particular time in my childhood. Probably because I loved my Uncle Jim. He was Catholic and and good Uncle. I loved going to his house.
I know exactly what it was at that exact moment. It was God, lol. But it was Him letting me know, that my past......isn't His past. He was letting me know that His time is......lets just say, a little different then, my time. =) And that my whole past, will not be lost and forgotten about somewhere and brushed underneath some dingy old rug. That's what my awesome God was telling me. Even if he puts me on this earth till I'm 110.
If I let go and move on.......it's still in the eyes of my Lord, forever. That brings me peace. Amen.
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